Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Last week saw a two night tarry to a campsite near Berwick-upon-Tweed with my kid brother, Ian. Our camper van resting place affording its lucky visitors enchanting views of North Sea landscapes Lindisfarne, and further afield Bamburgh Castle. Lindisfarne (aka as Holy Island) the tidal isle, with its links to 6th century monks Saint Cuthbert... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting in a lodge with stunning views of Great Britain's largest lake (by surface area) while I gird today's literary loins. My accommodation's proximity to Loch Lomond, along with it's luxurious design and decor making this just about the apt choice I could've made as a location for a serene break. The view from... Continue Reading →
The first leg of my Scottish break commences at midday when the Strachmobile heads north-west for a one-night stop in Dumfries, Scotland. My destination a market town laying fifteen miles within Scots territory as the crow flies. That being said, as I'm travelling by car not on the back of a giant corvus, it'll be... Continue Reading →
I'm back home after a few days in Bronte country. On embarking on this morning's return sojourn, my whiff of a Wuthering Heights experience became enhanced further by the sinister gothic mist enveloping West Yorkshire moors of higher terrain. This predominantly grey canvas bequeathing visions similar to the menacing sights of moor side scenery ominously... Continue Reading →
This evening, I was originally planning to go see Hugh Jackman's Greatest Showman performance at the O2 Arena, in London. The two tickets purchased as a Christmas gift for my wife who adores the Antipodean performer; along with a one night Docklands hotel stay and the booking of return train tickets to/from the capital. That... Continue Reading →
I'm safely ensconced back in chez Strachan after a incident free journey back from Bedfordshire, where I'd resided for the last two evenings. My chauffeur, the one and only TW Brown (Bill) of County Durham manor, dropping me off prior to an onward journey to Sunderland. The amicable Mackem providing the 'entertainment' on the return... Continue Reading →
I'm Bedfordshire bound this weekend to meet up with a couple of the lads I've been friends with since I was a 20 year old. A bond forged as work colleagues and friends in both Gateshead and London. The duo made up of Bill, the nicest bloke I've met who possesses false teeth, along with Alan, the... Continue Reading →
I'd a rare break from writing yesterday. Leaving casa Strachan at 7.30am and not getting home until 11.00pm rendering opportunities of putting pen to paper nigh on impossible. My destination the city of Nottingham - Robin Hood's manor, domain made famous by Brian Clough, home of Boots the Chemist and place my late dad served... Continue Reading →
Wednesday 6th June - I had a sojourn to Ilkley this morning/early afternoon. Accompanied by my spouse and doubts about the government's Brexit strategy, we journeyed 17 miles by trusty steed (well, trusty Vauxhall Astra) north west of our bustling metropolis. Ilkley, West Yorkshire's spa town with it's core of Victorian architecture, quaint stores, Betty's... Continue Reading →